"Today, I actually saw a birthmark on Xiao Niqiu's neck, round with a hole in the middle, like a big copper coin."
"Really?" A bright light appeared in Lin Jiaojiao's eyes.
Xuemei nodded very seriously and recounted Xiao Niqiu's self-narrated life story.
...
--- Meanwhile.
Marquis Zhaoren's Mansion.
"You want to confine me?" The Marchioness sat on the ground, her eyes wide open in disbelief. For a moment, even her grief for her son was suppressed.
Marquis Zhaoren sat on his chair, looking at his wife's distraught appearance with some pity, wanting to help her up but refraining from doing so.
Several maids tried to help her up, but it was clear that the Marchioness didn't want to stand.
Marquis Zhaoren said coldly, "Look at what you've turned him into with your indulgence! I remember that you were never an unreasonable person before!"
"Is my lord tired of me?" The Marchioness spoke and pouted, tears streaming down her face, looking extremely aggrieved.
